by E. C. Land
Turning away from Tracker, I move toward the bathroom, all too aware he’s following my every movement. Entering the bathroom, I kneel down to grab my clothes out from under the sink.
“Interesting spot to keep clothes, Ice Princess,” Tracker says. Glancing over my shoulder, I find him leaning against the doorframe staring at me.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to have to keep my things in the dressing room with the dancers since I’m not dancing anymore,” I shrug.
“If you’re not dancing anymore, why’d you do it tonight?” he asks.
Standing, I put the clothes on the counter and turn to stare at Tracker as I grab my panties and put them on. I notice his gaze shift down to watch as I pull them on. He continues to stare as I pull a tank top over my naked breasts. A pair of sweatpants follow.
“I danced tonight because I was down two dancers and had no one to fill in. I can’t exactly ask my other dancers who are already working their asses off to take on even more. And God forbid I ask Cherry Pie, Peaches, Dixie, Gia, or any of the other women around here who fuck you and the other guys. They think their shit don’t stink and they can get away with whatever the fuck they want,” I finally say before turning to face the mirror to put my hair up in a messy bun.
“You’re the damn manager around here. If you tell them bitches to jump, then they need to be asking how fuckin’ high. Grow a pair of balls and tell them to do their jobs,” Tracker says as he stands straight.
“It’s not always that easy when those bitches, as you call them, are more worried about a call from one of you guys. Now, get out of my way. I’m going home and you’re gonna leave me alone,” I mutter as I step toward him.
“Did you think this job was goin’ to be easy, Ice Princess? That you could snap your fingers and they’ll do what you want them to? Then you’re in the wrong line of work, babe,” he sneers as he steps forward. I back away from him as he keeps coming until my back hits the wall. “As for me leaving you alone, not gonna happen. I told you already, I own you, Victoria, and I intend to sink my dick back into that tight as fuck pussy over and over again until you get it in your head, princess. You’re mine, baby, and I play for keeps.”
5
Victoria
I couldn’t be more pissed than I am right now. Tracker being who he is, a big fat jerk and pain in my ass, made sure to follow me home and has now parked himself in my bed with his arms stretched out behind his head.
Raven thankfully is working tonight and not here to witness what’s about to happen. Although I’m sure she’d probably take Tracker’s side on this and say let him have his way, at least for a little while. Let him fuck you and then tell his ass to kick rocks.
I’d love nothing more than to have Tracker in my bed, but not like this. Not with him claiming he owns me. No, I want him there because he loves me and wants no one else but me. I want him to look at me like I’m the only one in the world for him, the way Stoney looks at Rachel. They’d come by the club a few times together whenever he needed to speak to me. I found Rachel to be one of the nicest women I’ve ever met.
Shaking my head, I step into the shower as I try to block out any and all images of Tracker laying in my bed. I’d done my best to get him to leave but when he'd laid on my bed, I knew it was pointless. The jerk is as stubborn as they come. But what I don’t get is why all of a sudden he’s so interested in me. It’s not like he didn’t have plans to fuck another woman until he saw me on stage again.
Besides, I’m no one to him, but he calls me Ice Princess and a possession. Yeah, I’ll not allow him to believe he can think either of those things about me. I’m neither of those things. I don’t even know what it would take to get him to see me in any other light.
Lifting my head, I let the spray of the water pelt against my face as I run my hands through my hair. Washing my face, I can’t help but think of what’s so wrong with me that everyone in my life thinks I’m only worthy of being owned and not loved. That’s all I’ve ever wanted— someone to love me for who I am.
I’ve never even been able to do what I love most in this world.
Cook.
I love being in the kitchen, even if I refuse to eat three quarters of what I make. I wish I were able to cook more often. I just don’t have the time to do it and when I do, I’m usually tired. Raven is the only one who has even gotten to try any of my dishes that I do get a chance to fix.
Shaking my head, I turn around just as the shower door opens and Tracker steps inside in all his glory. Holy shit, if he isn’t sexy as hell without clothes on. I hadn’t gotten to see him like this earlier and now looking at the size of his . . . holy mother of bananas . . . that is one massive . . . I don’t know what to call it. It’s unequivocally the largest dick I’ve ever seen, that’s for sure.
“You were takin’ too long in here, so I figured I needed to join you.” I catch his smirk as my eyes lift to meet his.
“Well, you can turn around and get back out,” I say, clearing my throat and turning back around, giving him my back.
Bad idea.
Tracker presses his front to my back and his dick presses between us against my lower back. “You don’t really want me to get out,” he says, sliding his hands up my stomach to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. “I could suck on these for hours, you know that.” I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning in pleasure.
His hands massaging my breasts is an unbelievable sensation. I wonder what it would feel like to have Tracker’s hands doing more than what he is.
“Don't keep silent, Princess. I wanna hear those cries of pleasure.” He chuckles as I lean my head back against his shoulder and close my eyes.
“Please,” I murmur, not sure of what I’m pleading him to do.
More.
Maybe.
To stop what he’s doing.
I don’t know.
My mind is at war with my body and my heart is conflicted.
I’ve wanted Tracker for so long, having him touch me now is like a wish being granted. At the same time, his touch burns because I know I’m not what he wants.
Beauty and thin, that’s what he’s always gone for, and though I know I’m not hideous, I’m neither of those.
It was ingrained into my head a long time ago that I’ll never be either, which is something I thought I’d come to understand, but evidently, I haven’t.
“Please what, Princess? You want me to make you come? Sink my cock deep inside you again? I know that’s what I want,” he says, running a hand down my stomach, settling between my legs. Tracker presses himself even more firmly against my backside and I can’t help myself from nearly buckling as I come.
Talk about embarrassing.
Coming without him barely doing anything to me.
“Fuck, baby, I wanna see you come again. More than that, I want to feel it. For now, you're not allowed to come unless I command it. You understand me, Princess?” he bids as he releases my body. Turning me to face him, I wish I could smack the smug look off his face.
“Let go of me,” I mutter as I try to push against him.
“Not gonna happen, Princess,” he chuckles.
“Stop calling me that,” I snap.
“Nope,” he grins and pulls me even closer against his chest.
“You’re a jerk and I want you to leave me the hell alone,” I say, diverting my gaze from him. I can’t take the look of satisfaction in his eyes.
The fact he thinks he has me where he wants me.
“Are we going to have to go over this yet again? Told you, Victoria, I don’t like to repeat myself,” he says, running a hand down to smack my ass.
“And I’m tired of repeating myself, now let me the fuck go,” I say through clenched teeth.
“What’s it gonna take for you to get it through that beautiful head of yours that I’m not gonna let you go?” he growls.
I shake my head and push against his chest. If he weren’t holding me, I’d have slipped and fallen.
&n
bsp; “Easy, baby,” Tracker says, his face so close to mine now, our breaths mingle together.
“Tracker, please just leave me alone,” I say, my throat clogging with tears now.
Why do I have to feel so much for him at one time? Why couldn’t I just say screw it, let him have his way with me and be done with it?
Because you are an idiot who lets your heart and mind lead instead of your body.
Sighing, Tracker finally releases me, although he continues to stare at me. “I’m gonna give you two weeks, Victoria, that’s it. You have two weeks to come to terms with the fact you belong to me. At the end of the two weeks, you had best have your shit packed and ready to move into my place. Once you’re in my bed, I’m not letting you out of it,” he declares.
“I’m not going to be in your bed,” I mutter, but he’s already getting out of the shower and he ignores my comment.
Letting out a deep breath, I finish my shower just as the water turns cold. As I get out, I wrap my towel around myself. I can’t stop his words from circling around in my head. Two weeks to come to terms with what? The fact he’s going to constantly be with other women and I’m nothing more than a toy he’ll put on a shelf.
As tears begin to fill my eyes, I lift a hand to brush them away.
Get it together, Victoria. You have two weeks to get away from here. Escape being owned by yet another person. Should be easy enough.
Taking another deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom to find Tracker back in my bed lying exactly the same way I’d left him before he joined me in the shower.
“I thought you were leaving,” I snap as I go about getting dressed for bed.
“Nope, I said I’d give you two weeks to come to terms with the fact you belong to me. Didn’t say anything about leaving, Princess,” Tracker says.
Great, there goes thoughts of leaving so easily.
6
Tracker
Of all the bullshit I’ve said in the last night, I meant every last damn bit of it. Victoria belongs to me and I intend to make sure she realizes just that. However, I know it will take some time. Seeing the conflict and tears forming in her eyes while I held her to me in the shower said it all. I knew I’d need to give her some space so I’m giving her two weeks to come to terms with being mine. Then I’ll explain what belonging to me means.
Doesn’t mean Victoria won’t be sharing her bed with me until then. I told her I wasn’t letting her go and I’d bet left alone for a good amount of time she’d run away. From me. From my brothers. From her best friend and anyone else who cares about her.
This morning, waking up with Victoria in my arms, I got the chance to see her in another light. I swear I didn’t think she could be more beautiful than she already is. Seeing her looking so at peace I realize just how much stress she holds over herself.
With the way she seems to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders makes me wonder why she is running.
Victoria doesn’t have to say anything for me to figure it out. After Nerd and I found out who her father is, we looked deeper into both her past and her family’s. Victoria grew up in what seemed to be the perfect world. Yet the shadier stuff shows her parents weren’t at all clean as they portrayed themselves to be. Nerd found out they worked closely with a man who is deemed the king of New Orleans and kills those in their wake. Parker Boudreaux, the very same man Vi was to marry, according to what we’ve found. Her parents filed a missing person’s report after she first left but other than the minimal search neither have done anything else.
Parker boy, on the other hand, hasn’t stopped looking, from what I could tell. Nerd used a backdoor to check into him more and saw her name in many files. He wants her found and soon.
I’m sure it has to do with the fact Victoria is possibly one of the richest women in the world. I saw the dollar amount in the trust funds Nerd found for her.
Shaking my head, I gently get out of the bed without waking Victoria up and slip my jeans on not bothering to button them. I make my way to the bathroom to do my business before heading to the kitchen in hopes of finding some coffee.
“Damn if this isn’t a nice view to walk in on,” a woman calls out from behind me.
Spinning around to face the woman in question, I come face to face with Raven, Victoria’s best friend. I’d seen the woman plenty of times when she’d come to Dolly’s Playhouse to see Vi. Taking in the dark-haired beauty in the light of day, you can see her Native American heritage. Her slick black hair falls over her shoulders. Eyes as majestic as any I’ve ever seen stare back at me right now as she grins at me like something were funny.
“I hope you aren’t going to be leaving before making Vicky breakfast,” she says as she walks toward me.
“Wasn’t plannin’ on leaving,” I state as I nod my head in the kitchen's direction. “Was gonna grab some coffee.”
“Good, help yourself, and I’m telling you now, if you hurt her, I’ll castrate you. Don’t think I can’t. I work in an animal hospital, so I know what I’m doing,” Raven declares as she moves passed me to the coffee pot.
“Why are you in here threatening him with castration? He can leave now and it wouldn’t bother me one bit,” Victoria says from behind me gaining both mine and Raven’s attention.
“Told you, Princess, not leaving,” I say.
“Did you finally get that cherry popped?” Raven asks at the same time.
From the way Victoria’s face turns a bright pink and refuses to meet either of our gazes, Raven squeals. “Hal-le-fuckin-lujah! The spirits have finally listened and let Vicky experience sex.”
“Ray, shut the hell up,” Victoria snaps her eyes wide to the point I swear they could pop out of their sockets and I can’t stop from chuckling.
“Forgive her, she hasn’t completely woken up just yet,” Raven says from behind me.
I don’t bother acknowledging the woman as I focus on Victoria. Reaching out, I grab her wrist, pull her into my body, and lean down to take her mouth. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I continue the kiss until she moans into mine.
“Good morning, Vi,” I murmur against her lips as I break the kiss.
“Morning,” Victoria says breathlessly.
“Hot damn, if that wasn’t sexy as hell,” Raven calls out from behind me.
“How about I make you some coffee and then we can figure out what to do today?” I suggest while I stroke her cheek with my fingertips as she continues to stare up at me in wonder. What could be swirling around in that head of hers.
“Coffee would be great,” Victoria murmurs and then starts to pull away from me.
And there goes those walls of hers. She’s putting them back in place as she becomes fully awake. Those walls I think are what really piss me off about her the most because she doesn’t let anyone in to help her. I know why now but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to strangle the mess out of her for not opening up to anyone at the club when she first came to work for us.
Then again, I can understand why. Doesn’t mean I have to like it and I think that’s what really pisses me off. I could have been able to figure her out a long time ago if she’d have opened up to someone.
“Want any breakfast?” Raven asks as she clanks pans around on the stove.
“I’m not hungry,” Victoria mutters as she steps away from me. “Just give me my coffee and some peace and quiet.”
Looking between the two women, I notice a look they seem to exchange.
“Don’t go starting that with me, Vicky,” Raven snaps pointing a spatula at Victoria.
“I’m not starting anything, I just want coffee right now. When I’m hungry later I will eat,” Victoria states, from the look in her eye I know she’s lying.
“Promise,” Raven demands.
“Yes, now can I get my coffee,” Victoria snaps.
“Fine,” Raven mutters and goes back to cooking while Victoria moves for the coffee pot.
“One of you want to fill me in on what that was fuckin’
about?” I demand.
“Nope,” Victoria says immediately while Raven shakes her head.
“Don’t bullshit me. I’ll find out. Best tell me now and not let me find out about it some other way,” I state as I move to stand directly behind Victoria.
“I have nothing to say to you. So why don’t you go find someone else’s ass to climb up,” Victoria grumbles.
“Tracker, buddy, best leave her alone until she’s had that cup of coffee. Vicky can be a pure bitch first thing in the morning,” Raven states before I can respond to Victoria’s statement.
“Just wait, baby, until I get you alone. You're gonna pay for that little remark,” I whisper into her ear before nipping the lobe. Reaching around her I grab the cup she’d just made for herself. Ironic that we drink it the same way. Black with two sugars. My kinda woman.
Wait a minute, I wouldn’t go that far.
Just because she belongs to me doesn’t mean she is my woman. Or does it.
Fuck, I don’t even fuckin’ know.
All I know is until I have her out of my system, she belongs to me and I’m not planning on sharing with anyone. Hence why she’s moving into my place, so I can do with her as I please.
Yeah, I know I’m an asshole.
7
Victoria
Three weeks. Three freaking weeks that I’ve been in Tracker’s house. Did he give me the two weeks to come to terms with it? No, he didn’t. He waited until I was at work and had prospects take everything out of my room without boxing anything up. He’s lucky as hell my fairy and dragon collections didn’t break in the process.
I think I might have had to murder him for that.
Worst part was Raven laughed at me when I called to curse her the first night for allowing them to do this.
